The villain's self-cultivation

The sky above Bihai City was changing, and countless debris and tiles on the ruins were flying in all directions with the frantic airflow, merging with the vortex, and they might be hit if they were not careful.

Ruan Tong applied a layer of magic energy protection to himself, and then remembered his seventh younger brother who was not very powerful in mana, and turned his head to give him another one, but he suddenly noticed the invisible magic shield fluctuating on his body.

Ruan Tong's pupils shrank suddenly: "What's the matter with the protection on your body?"

When we first met before, I didn't have time to look carefully, but now I carefully inspected it, and I felt that this layer of divine power shield is gentle and thick.

Still a fairy.

Ruan Tong suddenly thought of the god of war who came with Ruan Wan, and his face suddenly became strange: "Rong Yue did it? Why did he help you?"

"...Maybe he... loves the weak..."

"How is it possible?" Ruan Tong sneered, with deep sarcasm in his eyes, "Isn't he known as the most ruthless god? High above, all the gods are ants in front of him, let alone us demons, where did he come from? compassion for the weak?"

"Where did you get this from hearsay, and you have never been in contact with him, how could you know his character so clearly?"

"You know him again? How do you put it like you have been in contact with a lot." Ruan Tong's eyes flickered, his brows were tightly frowned, and he remembered something wrong, and stared at Ruan Wan motionlessly: "The things you went to Bihai City Heavens... don't they all stay with him?"

"...How is that possible!?" Ruan Wan suppressed the panic in her heart, and squinted at him: "You can move your simple big head and think about it? How could he, Rong Yue, live with me so much? God? Is he crazy or am I crazy?"

Or we're all crazy... he silently cursed.

"That's right, I'm overthinking." Ruan Tong also felt that he probably thought too much, after all, Rong Yue didn't look like he would have a good impression of the demons, so how could he have a close relationship with a prince from the demon world ?

He put those thoughts aside, looked fiercely in the direction of the Demon King and Rong Yue, and said in a low voice: "We have been members of the Demon Clan for life and life, you must remember this, this sword is dangerous, and Rong Yue can handle it Stop it, it's impossible to get out of the whole body this time, I'm afraid I have to take a step first to help my father and king. You must be obedient in the future, put the interests of the demons first, and strengthen my demons. Did you hear me?"

"First, take a step first? Where are you going?" Ruan Wan asked in a daze.

He didn't think that "walking" really meant "walking" with his feet. These words sounded more like last words, and there was a strange hint of earnestness in the blunt threat, which made him have a bad feeling.

Ruan Tong glanced at him, with a determined determination to die in his eyes: "This sword has been passed down from ancient times to the present, and the sword soul has long since disappeared, leaving a vast power in it, so it is not controlled, and it is also unruly. It is difficult to force it to recognize its master, but as long as someone sacrifices his body to the sword, sacrifices his body and soul, and is willing to be trapped in it forever and not be reborn, he can temporarily calm the sword for a while, and the father can take this opportunity to subdue it and take the sword The power is used by my demons."

"So... you want to sacrifice yourself to the sword?"

"Yes!"

Looking at Ruan Tong's unwavering eyes, Ruan Wan really didn't know what to say. Thinking about it from another angle, this is really a good son and a good prince of the demon clan, but he is destined not to understand, nor can he stand on the same side with him. front.

"But Rong Yue also understands this truth, and will definitely stop me when the time comes," Ruan Tong said again, "If I fail, you have to step up, you know? You are the royal blood of the demon clan, so you won't have two hearts , besides me here, you are the only one who can do this for my father."

"……I see."

How could he not understand that this is the purpose of his coming to this world, it is his destiny, he can't escape it, and he can't escape it.

……

Above the sky, Rong Yue had already fought fiercely with the demon king Ruan Xiao. Ruan Xiao was injured when he forcibly opened the spiritual vein, and he failed to subdue the sword as soon as he found it. He lost the opportunity. With injuries, he was able to hold on at the beginning of the battle with Rong Yue, but after a long time, he began to show weakness, and after a loss of consciousness, he began to be forced to retreat steadily.

But the strange thing is that this time when he fought with Rong Yue, the God of War in the God Realm seemed to have much less killing intent towards him, and he didn't attack every time. He didn't seem to want to take advantage of this opportunity to kill him.

Ruan Xiao had a chance to catch his breath, and fought with Rong Yue for dozens of moves. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the ancient bronze sword hovering in the sky, a gloomy ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and shouted loudly: "Ruan Tong! "

Ruan Wan was startled by his shout, and saw that the second brother standing beside him also tensed his muscles immediately, and the magic power in his body rose to a point where he was reckless, there was no way out, and almost exploded, and then deeply He glanced at him, turned into a stream of light, and flew towards the ancient bronze sword recklessly.

It's crazy...

Ruan Wan stared fixedly at Rong Yue in the distance. At this moment, he knew that he didn't have much time, so he could just take a look.

But compared to mortals, gods can live so long, and what will Rong Yue do with the loneliness of thousands of years...

Ruan Wan clenched her fists tightly, and before she had time to feel sad, she saw a huge shadow covering the sky above, which seemed to directly isolate Ruan Tong and the ancient bronze sword.

He knew that big thing, it was the proud blue bird that Rong Yue rode when he first met Rong Yue.

It's just that the blue bird probably became smaller by magic at that time, and now it seems to be almost half the size. When the wings fluttered, the rolled up storm roared, making it impossible for Ruan Tong to take a step closer.

Ruan Xiao's face turned livid in an instant, and he stared fiercely at the god of war in the neat clothes opposite him, and said in a deep voice: "I didn't expect your mana to have reached this level. It seems that this king's worry is really right. Give you a thousand years, and I'm afraid my Demon Race will be trampled down by the God Race!"

"Oh, believe it or not, neither I nor the God Emperor have ever had the idea of ​​strangling all the demons." Rong Yue said coldly, "You don't have to worry about your own insatiable ambitions and desires." make excuse."

"Don't we have to worry every day about you and that old God Emperor's thoughts that you don't know when you will change!? Your thoughts are not a strong guarantee, strength is the best guarantee."

"That depends on your destiny to obtain that strength." Compared to Ruan Xiao's ferocious distortion, the expression on Rong Yue's face was very calm and indifferent from the beginning to the end.

His calm demeanor did not anger Ruan Xiao, but instead made him sneer strangely: "Hehehehe...It is indeed fate, but unfortunately, my fate is good, and I have one or two good sons."

son?Rong Yue's brows twitched uneasily.

Before he could ask, he suddenly heard a muffled explosion, and at the same time, the blue bird's shrill scream almost shattered the houses in a radius of a hundred miles.

Ruan Wan below held her breath, watching in shock the soaring explosion not far away—Ruan Tong blew himself up.

He actually blew himself up?

Ruan Tong's self-explosion was aimed at the blue bird with all the impact force. At that moment, a huge blood hole was blown out of the blue bird's body, and the feathers around the body also burned, and the abundant life force was rapidly decaying and exhausted. Gradually burned to fly ash.

But before Ruan Wan could react from the shock, she suddenly felt her body being pulled by something, and flew up into the sky uncontrollably.

The aftermath of the self-explosion has not dissipated, and all around him is the magic energy belonging to Ruan Tong. Even Rong Yue couldn't break through the magic field caused by the final explosion at the cost of his life.

"Hahahahahaha—! Good son! Father is proud of you!" Ruan Xiao's manic laughter echoed in the night sky.

He had this idea long ago. Ruan Wan's physique was different from that of ordinary people since he was born, unable to practice too advanced spells, but he had a soul that was most suitable to become a sword spirit. Growing up with pampering, just to make the plan come true today.

He only told this idea to Ruan Tong, who had the most consistent thoughts with him, and Ruan Tong also made it clear that he would help him and put his life behind him.

In today's battle, after Ruan Tong blew himself up, he still had a bit of the purest power of the primordial spirit. As long as he uses this last bit of power to stop Rong Yue and sacrifice Ruan Wan to the bronze sword, he will be more than half successful. !

"Ruan Wan—!"

Under the huge pulling force, Ruan Wan heard a familiar and bewildered voice.

He turned his head and saw that Rong Yue's skin was cracked by the sudden burst of divine power, spilling blood, and he forced Ruan Xiao back with three or two moves, and rushed towards him recklessly. There are scars on the body.

He can't break through, Ruan Wan thought.

But the next moment, he saw Rong Yue slash his hand with a long knife, blood spewed out, floating in the air, Rong Yue waved two fingers in his direction, the blood and many light spots merged into a trickle, followed by Shoot at him faster.

"Grab it!" Rong Yue yelled.

Ruan Wan looked at the ancient bronze sword close at hand, smiled bitterly, turned her head to avoid the spiritual blood whip that might have exhausted her cultivation for thousands of years, did not look back, and approached the ancient sword with the help of Ruan Tong's soul After that, without any hesitation, he slammed into Jianfeng fiercely.

There seemed to be a heart-wrenching desperate cry in his ears, but he could no longer see anything. After the severe pain, the surroundings turned into chaos.

With the last sliver of consciousness remaining, he quietly thought about Rong Yue's face, and meditated, if he really became a sword spirit in this world, then he would only be willing to use it for Rong Yue, and hoped that he would be able to survive thousands of years in the future. In the years, not alone.

Well, not alone.

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